Three Years Old

So we’re three years old.  Meaning it’s possible for a bit of Capitol Hill to survive in SnoKing neighborhood.

This is the most rewarding job I’ve ever had.  (And the most stressful). Just want to say thanks for your patience and support. Some of you I see everyday.  You’ve become like family to me — some as my mother or father, others as my (younger) sister or brother — even though I think most of you are fucked up.  Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you because you guys have been there for me so many times, especially when I don’t ask for help but clearly need it. Except you can’t drop off your kid at my store and have me discipline him/her.

Thanks to employees for putting up with me.  My faults are many and I know you find them intolerable. I’m especially touched when you run yourself into the ground for me.  You’re the best.

Thanks to God for giving me life, for giving me the energy and discipline and focus to do his work.  Agape.

There’s still a lot of work to do.  Let’s kick some ass.

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